Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

"We are not afraid of them even if they have so many people and set up a large formation!"

"We're going to smash their cavalry formation!"

"I'm not bragging! I'm an old hand! I hold that fire gun and the bowl-mouth gun like I hold my son. Others are afraid of explosions, but I'm not! I can kill a large number of Yuan barbarians with one shot. If it doesn't explode, it's a profit, and if it does, it's not a loss."

A sturdy man in his late thirties to early forty patted his chest and boasted, his face full of pride and complacency.

If you notice the hand he's patting his chest.

You can also see a burn scar on the back of your hand.

It has only been twenty-six years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. For most people, the days when they were the lowest class under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty seem like just yesterday, and naturally there are many ruthless people who are not afraid of death.

And those who dared to serve as musketeers in this period when firearms were completely immature were all brave.

Besides, this group of people was specially selected by Song Zhong. Talking about fighting and boasting about their own achievements, they will not be sleepy.

"Oh! You act like I'm afraid!"

"Although our garrisons in Shanxi aren't as close as yours in Daning, we still have to rush to fight if there's a battle! You can use a bowl-mouthed musket, and so can I! I've even smashed a Yuan barbarian to death!"

"Haha, what's that? The bowl-mouthed gun I used back then was used to attack cities and break down city walls!"

"I sank one of Chen Youliang's warships on Poyang Lake! I seized that gun from the Yuan barbarians. It was even cruder than the guns we use today. I don't know how many times it was used, and I don't know if it will explode, but I just had to fight to the death! Anyway, in the end, my gun didn't explode, but Chen Youliang's ship sank, hehehe!"

"I don't use a bowl-mouthed musket, I use a fire musket. However, based on my experience, I can successfully fire at least seven or eight out of ten muskets! There have been many times when people died wherever our muskets pointed!"

"..."

The people in the army are straightforward and naturally not the kind of people who dwell on trivial matters and indulge in depression.

Especially now that they are talking about the areas and things that they are most familiar with and most proud of, they immediately throw away all their previous frustration and unhappiness and rush to show off their merits and achievements.

The originally dull and silent atmosphere was naturally broken.

The scene became lively again, with saliva flying everywhere and people talking freely...

Except for those from the Armoury Bureau and the Military Equipment Bureau in the capital who were immersed in manufacturing but had no actual battlefield experience, everyone else had smiles on their faces, full of pride and pride.

Being in such a passionate scene...

Most people might not have realized it, but a small number of people did eventually realize the problem - here, in this open space, all the people from the three Jinyiwei Hundred Households actually had experience and experience using firearms such as muskets, bowl-mouth muskets...!

Standing on the edge of the crowd.

A middle-aged man who had none of the ruffian and bandit spirit of a soldier and was much thinner than the burly and rugged men next to him, had his lips tightly closed and did not blend in with them. Instead, he looked thoughtful, his eyes wandering over the others.

He pondered for a moment.

His gaze must have fallen on another handsome young man not far away from him. The other man also did not brag about his experience and achievements like most people.

Instead, he was quietly observing something.

The middle-aged man slowly walked over, nodded slightly, and said, "Excuse me, are you from the Zhili Garrison in the capital? Or is it from one of the lower-level Garrisons in the Provincial Administration Office?"

The past six months.

Under Song Zhong's arrangement, the personnel of these three centurions were not all gathered together, but were separated and responsible for their own patrols, guarding... and other simple tasks.